tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119964312018-03-05T20:47:52.802-04:00geek incgkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.comBlogger1152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-11526219063958600002015-04-17T20:23:00.004-03:002015-04-17T20:26:08.637-03:00I HAVE MOVED....<h2><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.arlenegiddings.com/itsacanadiangeek/" target="_blank">C'mon over here and visit...</a></span></span></h2><br /><h2><br /></h2>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-38279228839538902222015-03-17T22:40:00.000-03:002015-03-17T22:40:18.701-03:00the big move...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJgRsUBSg0k/S8W_dCGr4GI/AAAAAAAACpI/kzOa0be9LMw/s1600/geek%2Bink%2Bbanner%2B6780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJgRsUBSg0k/S8W_dCGr4GI/AAAAAAAACpI/kzOa0be9LMw/s1600/geek%2Bink%2Bbanner%2B6780.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>i have been blogging here<br />for <b>10 years</b> next month.<br /><br />10 years.<br /><br />that kinda sorta blows my mind.<br /><br />i have<br />changed in so many ways<br />during my time here...<br />i have bought a house, had a home daycare,<br />changed jobs twice after the daycare...<br />learned to knit, wrote a lot of poetry,<br />tried to crochet...<br />i got my driver's license.<br />i became a wedding photographer.<br />i read books, tried recipes,<br />learned a little html.<br />i did poetry thursday and SPC...<br />everyday i tried to get a photo featured on Shutter Sisters<br />(&amp; occasionally succeeded) :)<br /><br />i made friends and strong connections<br />that are with me still.<br />i vented and worried and laughed<br />and told stories and shared my gratitude<br />and self doubt and my small victories.<br /><br />i came every day and then<br />for months<br />i hardly came at all.<br />but i always knew that it was here for me.<br /><br />but the last couple of years, i have been wondering<br />if i should take it a step further, <i>could</i> i take it a step further.<br />and finally, one friday night,<br />i made a grand leap, a leap of ginormous proportions<br />and not only did i start a squarespace website for my photography<br />but<br />i also<br />imported<br />my blog to that website.<br /><br />and now, i am going to start blogging from there...<br />(and i cannot even tell you how terrifying<br />it was for me to hit that import button,<br />how my stomach instantly fluttered<br />what are you doing? what have you done?<br />do you know what you are doing?)<br /><br />so...if you are with me still...<br />pop over to see me at my new home...<br />my home where i actually use my real name (although<br />i'll still answer to gkgirl) <br /><a href="http://www.arlenegiddings.com/" target="_blank">arlenegiddings.com </a><br /><br />it's still a work in progress but i suspect...i am as well...<br />so i guess that's ok.<br />:)<br />drop by, leave me a note...i'd love it if you did!<br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-66718619044714907352015-02-24T19:05:00.000-04:002015-02-24T19:05:29.808-04:00tuesday truths...i started reading a new book,<br />a book that i couldn't wait to read,<br />a book that i bought in hardcover<br />before it hit the bargain bin<br />(which i almost never do),<br />a book that i have drooled over and<br />anticipated and talked up...<br />and so far...<br />i am not loving it.<br />i still have hope...but<br />i am not loving it yet.<br />i just don't like the main character.<br />i don't think that i would like her in real life maybe.<br />i don't know.<br /><br />___________________________________________<br /><br />i am not using my fitbit.<br />or tracking my eating.<br />or going to yoga.<br />or walking much.<br />and i feel yucky.<br /><br />___________________________________________ <br /><br />i bought mascara...<br />super light<br />super gently<br />barely noticeable mascara<br />cause my eyes seem to be incredibly sensitive<br />but still.<br />i bought mascara.<br />AND i'm wearing it!&nbsp; :)<br />(oh.&nbsp; and blush)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PajLi74fU0/VO0DhMOupvI/AAAAAAAAEYc/02hM_TkE8T0/s1600/11029528_10152784030834514_2471542134048775542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PajLi74fU0/VO0DhMOupvI/AAAAAAAAEYc/02hM_TkE8T0/s1600/11029528_10152784030834514_2471542134048775542_n.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-41815902244043639772015-02-16T21:46:00.000-04:002015-02-16T21:46:15.717-04:00snapshot saturday 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">itty bitty snippets of my life...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">february 8-14</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toFzVo02pYM/VOKZMthbllI/AAAAAAAAEXU/jWZWtzMIKwg/s1600/10443375_10152746504359514_5256838135781196889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toFzVo02pYM/VOKZMthbllI/AAAAAAAAEXU/jWZWtzMIKwg/s1600/10443375_10152746504359514_5256838135781196889_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; <span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">pb&amp;j 08.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F-UahtiqpuBUw%2FVOKZNt6eHXI%2FAAAAAAAAEXk%2FObj1VA5jFqA%2Fs1600%2F1797326_10152748173049514_5231154199952223935_n.jpg&amp;container=blogger&amp;gadget=a&amp;rewriteMime=image%2F*" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UahtiqpuBUw/VOKZNt6eHXI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Obj1VA5jFqA/s1600/1797326_10152748173049514_5231154199952223935_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">5:06 and I still see sunshine.... <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/happyhappyhappy">#happyhappyhappy</a> 09.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_MNU1reYk/VOKZNdy8puI/AAAAAAAAEXw/PxqfvehoF0w/s1600/10987468_10152751376589514_2923105264383049362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_MNU1reYk/VOKZNdy8puI/AAAAAAAAEXw/PxqfvehoF0w/s1600/10987468_10152751376589514_2923105264383049362_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Camera caps &amp; calendar pages <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a> 10.02.2015</span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhOlYRj6s28/VOKZYKfeafI/AAAAAAAAEYE/gHmPCftd0mg/s1600/17882_10152752516294514_364772878620673222_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhOlYRj6s28/VOKZYKfeafI/AAAAAAAAEYE/gHmPCftd0mg/s1600/17882_10152752516294514_364772878620673222_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Are you takin'me out now? Are we goin'out? Can we go in the car? Huh? Huh? Can we? 11.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht0y6ebiFdM/VOKZNCjiH7I/AAAAAAAAEXg/EcWzlhVE_sw/s1600/10959607_10152754667224514_490212898509360859_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht0y6ebiFdM/VOKZNCjiH7I/AAAAAAAAEXg/EcWzlhVE_sw/s1600/10959607_10152754667224514_490212898509360859_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Headache again...but look who is sharing my blanket....and keeping my feet warm 12.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/puglove">#puglove</a></span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOF2XwtHg8/VOKZM3xy2cI/AAAAAAAAEXc/VXKwo6sjPPI/s1600/10576970_10152758773519514_7974690167696630604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOF2XwtHg8/VOKZM3xy2cI/AAAAAAAAEXc/VXKwo6sjPPI/s1600/10576970_10152758773519514_7974690167696630604_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Farmers market strawberries on waffles caramel sauce with my valentine ♡♡♡ i love saturdays 14.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2cLmDRGFGI/VOKZM7AvyRI/AAAAAAAAEXY/Sc8FSoU8SmQ/s1600/10599441_10152762016184514_8532514442598013666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2cLmDRGFGI/VOKZM7AvyRI/AAAAAAAAEXY/Sc8FSoU8SmQ/s1600/10599441_10152762016184514_8532514442598013666_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">And here's where we are at 6:40....a slight bit of driftage...that's a word, right? #15.02.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/blizzard2015">#Blizzard2015</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/pei">#pei</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/windstillraging">#windstillraging</a></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-79288527561722862472015-02-14T17:17:00.000-04:002015-02-14T17:17:27.456-04:00friday i'm in love (& a day late)so much out there to fall in <span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">love</span></i></span> with...<br />where to start?!<br /><br />Ok seriously...how have i never found these before<br /><a href="http://elisejoy.com/podcastseason1" target="_blank">Elise Gets Crafty::&nbsp; podcasts</a><br />i love them...i started at the beginning of season one<br />totally loving them!<br /><br />go <a href="http://www.omnomnomify.com/" target="_blank">omnomnomnomify</a>...you will be so happy you did.<br /><br />this is always one of my recurring resolutions<br /><a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/3041455/body-week/8-tricks-to-make-yourself-wake-up-earlier" target="_blank">GET UP EARLIER</a><br />i always try to convince myself<br />that i would be<br />so much happier<br />if i would just<br />get<br />up<br />earlier....<br />but so far...i haven't listened to myself.<br />but this was a great article nonetheless!<br /><br />and...still on topic of resolutions...<br />a <a href="http://www.chriswinfield.com/40-pomodoro-workweek/" target="_blank">40 hour work week in 16.7 hours</a>...<br />i'm in!<br /><br />february is cinnamon heart month<br />at the big orange house in the middle of the street!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnq7p_Y6arY/VN-6vJY__NI/AAAAAAAAEW0/Iu70vOk7seU/s1600/IMG_0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnq7p_Y6arY/VN-6vJY__NI/AAAAAAAAEW0/Iu70vOk7seU/s1600/IMG_0408.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPTWu3yiXRA/VN-6vtgQg3I/AAAAAAAAEW8/We2H5HgZCn8/s1600/IMG_0400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPTWu3yiXRA/VN-6vtgQg3I/AAAAAAAAEW8/We2H5HgZCn8/s1600/IMG_0400.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LiEZIexBBk/VN-6v-Ma12I/AAAAAAAAEXA/fnLE9-dk5g4/s1600/IMG_0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LiEZIexBBk/VN-6v-Ma12I/AAAAAAAAEXA/fnLE9-dk5g4/s1600/IMG_0395.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br />this.&nbsp; <a href="https://medium.com/thelist/shonda-rhimes-real-talk-for-dartmouth-grads-dreams-are-for-losers-afd77eaea5d9" target="_blank">oh, this</a>.&nbsp; this made me so insanely happy.&nbsp; love her.<br /><br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-67158849507033354982015-02-11T19:42:00.000-04:002015-02-11T19:42:31.510-04:00year of the avid reader::book two {i'm on a roll!}i have been <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/thelandofdecoration/gracemccleen" target="_blank">wanting to read this book</a><br />ever since i watched a trailer for it<br />a couple of years ago<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/4ue1LWf1XSE/0.jpg" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4ue1LWf1XSE?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div><br />i kept writing the title down<br />and thinking about it<br />and considering and waiting<br />(i hate to pay for hardcovers<br />when i really know nothing about the author)<br />but then i got a gift card for christmas<br />and i knew right away<br />what i was getting.<br /><br />and i loved it.<br />i loved it.<br />i loved it.<br />i could not put it down, i blew through it in days.<br /><br />so beautifully written.<br />like poetry but in a story that carries you along<br />and makes you wonder<br />what is going to happen next.<br /><br />the characters stick in your head...<br />even after the story stops.<br /><br />that's the kind of book i love.<br /><br />and i had thought that this was grace mccleen's first book,<br />her only book...but i was wrong...there ARE MORE!<br />and <a href="http://www.gracemccleen.com/" target="_blank">loooooooook at that website</a>.<br />oh...i am totally crushing on this author. <br />seriously...go check her out...<br />you will not be disappointed!<br /><br />next up:<br /><a href="http://annmariemacdonald.com/works/novels/adult-onset/" target="_blank">Adult Onset</a> by Anne Marie MacDonald<br />(and as <a href="http://annmariemacdonald.com/works/novels/fall-on-your-knees/" target="_blank">Fall on your Knees</a> is one of my top five absolute<br />favorite books, i have really really really high hopes for<br />this one!)<br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-71608271757101048772015-02-08T22:49:00.002-04:002015-02-08T22:49:49.348-04:00Sunday Besti had started doing this a long time ago<br />and then<br />kind of fell of the wagon<br />but i am climbing right back on again...<br />and i tell myself that it's the climb back on that counts&nbsp; <br />:)<br /><br />for anyone that doesn't know me... <br />besides my day job<br />i am also a bit of a wedding photographer on the side...<br />sunday best<br />was a spot where i thought i might showcase<br />some of the photos that made me pretty happy<br />(&amp; hopefully, made the bride &amp; groom pretty happy, too!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WcbbM587c0/VNgffksN61I/AAAAAAAAEVY/jNr2ozzHJRU/s1600/IMG_0477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WcbbM587c0/VNgffksN61I/AAAAAAAAEVY/jNr2ozzHJRU/s1600/IMG_0477.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxZjtIfEMlM/VNgfdGqmQ1I/AAAAAAAAEVI/3sniLsxldlc/s1600/IMG_0497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxZjtIfEMlM/VNgfdGqmQ1I/AAAAAAAAEVI/3sniLsxldlc/s1600/IMG_0497.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLN4d1fAY00/VNgfozZxCOI/AAAAAAAAEWI/5KtLOgdWAvg/s1600/IMG_3232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLN4d1fAY00/VNgfozZxCOI/AAAAAAAAEWI/5KtLOgdWAvg/s1600/IMG_3232.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm5S62GbD1Q/VNgfqV16vZI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/OmWKhPu-0dc/s1600/IMG_3240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm5S62GbD1Q/VNgfqV16vZI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/OmWKhPu-0dc/s1600/IMG_3240.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2G7sUpUCKI/VNgfsduu5bI/AAAAAAAAEWY/o2GgSRUDNIY/s1600/IMG_6746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2G7sUpUCKI/VNgfsduu5bI/AAAAAAAAEWY/o2GgSRUDNIY/s1600/IMG_6746.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKsl-E-X4R0/VNgftDmDvlI/AAAAAAAAEWc/pH-ao9YePkw/s1600/IMG_6752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKsl-E-X4R0/VNgftDmDvlI/AAAAAAAAEWc/pH-ao9YePkw/s1600/IMG_6752.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-2012289067697417442015-02-07T19:44:00.000-04:002015-02-07T19:47:42.002-04:00snapshot saturday 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">itty bitty snippets of my life</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Feb 1-7 </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;</span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCEsDJapCIc/VNagOZGkF9I/AAAAAAAAEU4/zgvmR71xMRg/s1600/Feb%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCEsDJapCIc/VNagOZGkF9I/AAAAAAAAEU4/zgvmR71xMRg/s1600/Feb%2B1.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Dr Phil and diet coke...pushing the editing but seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!&nbsp; 01.02.2015 #myLife2015</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4LeerloUE/VNaext9qUFI/AAAAAAAAEUM/7VpaDdekkCE/s1600/10850148_10152734754054514_1329738251460182730_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4LeerloUE/VNaext9qUFI/AAAAAAAAEUM/7VpaDdekkCE/s1600/10850148_10152734754054514_1329738251460182730_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I am not even going to say it....but they are all dressed if you are wondering...02.02.2015 #myLife2015 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JsxC48-Z9I/VNaexZ1FhGI/AAAAAAAAEUE/Drl3LXwB4L4/s1600/1506782_10152735762099514_2571125152917795861_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JsxC48-Z9I/VNaexZ1FhGI/AAAAAAAAEUE/Drl3LXwB4L4/s1600/1506782_10152735762099514_2571125152917795861_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I don't think we have ever had this much snow outside our front window before....#2015BlizzardTheSequel 03.02.2015</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBzWQYGOYNg/VNaexSVUsuI/AAAAAAAAEUI/f9xKz_YVpyA/s1600/10959560_10152736389254514_2876725211882767233_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBzWQYGOYNg/VNaexSVUsuI/AAAAAAAAEUI/f9xKz_YVpyA/s1600/10959560_10152736389254514_2876725211882767233_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The plow!&nbsp; We have a lane!&nbsp; And a filled in driveway again.&nbsp; 04.02.2015</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUgE6ozPPiE/VNaeyDfnLbI/AAAAAAAAEUU/JhqDGaztJAc/s1600/1978835_10152740325359514_4012440778316358186_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUgE6ozPPiE/VNaeyDfnLbI/AAAAAAAAEUU/JhqDGaztJAc/s1600/1978835_10152740325359514_4012440778316358186_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a><br />It came!&nbsp; It came!&nbsp; Volume one came today! #chatbooks 05.02.2015 #bestsixninetyfiveieverspent ♡♡♡ #myLife2015 use my code PUJPJXYX and get your own!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55rPXnY-tJo/VNaeyMcAqLI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/JtAOeUMCMio/s1600/1510709_10152736107394514_3988795040124109875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55rPXnY-tJo/VNaeyMcAqLI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/JtAOeUMCMio/s1600/1510709_10152736107394514_3988795040124109875_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Awwwww...dad....take me too! I can help shovel!&nbsp; :)<br />06.02.2015</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH8OHw6Gobs/VNagMK1rXAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/7DRlesUi9zY/s1600/Feb%2B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH8OHw6Gobs/VNagMK1rXAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/7DRlesUi9zY/s1600/Feb%2B7.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;It's OK cause it's Saturday.&nbsp; 07.02.2015 #myLife2015</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-11722111029589639982015-02-04T23:04:00.000-04:002015-02-04T23:04:22.265-04:00the year of the avid reader: book one<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7X1dpFNQPg/VNLb88ylCwI/AAAAAAAAET0/HxDhBtxIJJ0/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7X1dpFNQPg/VNLb88ylCwI/AAAAAAAAET0/HxDhBtxIJJ0/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this photo really has nothing to do with this post but right now i am surrounded by snow with more coming tomorrow.&nbsp; i need this, do you hear?&nbsp; i need to look at this right now and be reminded that there are other colors besides white.&nbsp; :)</td></tr></tbody></table>i love to read.<br /><br />i don't always have the <i>time</i><br />but i always, always<br />have the <b>intention</b>.<br /><br />i <b>want</b> to make time to read more...<br />and i also want to get back to blogging more<br />so what could be better<br />than blogging<br />about reading?!?<br />what a novel idea!<br />(see what i did there?&nbsp; you know...reading...novel...<br />never mind...it's late &amp; i am getting giddy.)<br /><br />So.<br />the first book that i completed in 2015<br />was <a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/books/the-signature-of-all-things/" target="_blank">The Signature of All Things</a><br />by Elizabeth Gilbert.<br /><br />granted...i started this book in 2014.<br /><br />but i have to say....i loved it.<br />surprisingly, i loved it.<br />it was long and at times i found myself thinking<br />"but...what is this about?&nbsp; what's the story?&nbsp; what's the plot line?"<br />but you have to keep in mind,<br />i had just come off a binge of young adult action packed<br />little mini series like the hunger games.<br /><br />but this?<br />this was quiet and reserved, sweeping and serene<br />eloquent and visual and made you stop and think.<br />and there were twists that i did not expect.<br />mainly because...i wasn't expecting twists....<br />it didn't seem like that kind of a book.<br /><br />i really did enjoy this.<br />i might look for the stuff she did before Eat Pray Love...<br />give it a try.<br /><br />and that was book one :)<br />feel free to leave me suggestions of what else to read this year!<br /> gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-41456526483905947662015-01-31T13:26:00.000-04:002015-01-31T13:26:37.807-04:00snapshot saturday 2015<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">a quick peek at my 365 for the week of <b>Jan 24-30</b>...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qny_u8TDgdk/VM0Hs_0x9bI/AAAAAAAAETI/OSR0-EGUDQ0/s1600/1461474_10152728984689514_4666086676431148468_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qny_u8TDgdk/VM0Hs_0x9bI/AAAAAAAAETI/OSR0-EGUDQ0/s1600/1461474_10152728984689514_4666086676431148468_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">This. I love. Along with my cherry Pepsi lip gloss. But I forgot that at work. 30.01.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs6nHNA59bI/VM0HsMg_3DI/AAAAAAAAES0/wZqhjvB12TU/s1600/10407016_10152730103064514_5758462479211160499_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs6nHNA59bI/VM0HsMg_3DI/AAAAAAAAES0/wZqhjvB12TU/s1600/10407016_10152730103064514_5758462479211160499_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">8:54 am....wind is picking up. It looks yucky out there. <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/blizzard2015">#Blizzard2015</a> 27.01.2015</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NTS_kFKG08/VM0HsP0vtlI/AAAAAAAAES4/5yUz5JtNuiQ/s1600/10934074_10152730000379514_2558757614827356146_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NTS_kFKG08/VM0HsP0vtlI/AAAAAAAAES4/5yUz5JtNuiQ/s1600/10934074_10152730000379514_2558757614827356146_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Saturday morning breakfast 31.01.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2kYnCpX_mg/VM0HsOdDQoI/AAAAAAAAES8/N9tIonx3kzw/s1600/10940501_10152718105914514_2784683334091751920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2kYnCpX_mg/VM0HsOdDQoI/AAAAAAAAES8/N9tIonx3kzw/s1600/10940501_10152718105914514_2784683334091751920_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Disc Delivery!!!! 24.01.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW4g0w7bjl8/VM0HsZXSUCI/AAAAAAAAETA/QXkVnMbbqzw/s1600/10945533_10152726286889514_2314930206177110816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW4g0w7bjl8/VM0HsZXSUCI/AAAAAAAAETA/QXkVnMbbqzw/s1600/10945533_10152726286889514_2314930206177110816_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">PB&amp;J 28.01.2015</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XErhuaYX4ik/VM0Hsg0Y5sI/AAAAAAAAETE/Pxk2wrijGQs/s1600/10945616_10152727253089514_8436544848331170659_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XErhuaYX4ik/VM0Hsg0Y5sI/AAAAAAAAETE/Pxk2wrijGQs/s1600/10945616_10152727253089514_8436544848331170659_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Mail makes me happy....especially when it's from a bride &amp; groom that write to say they loved their photos! ♡♡♡ 29.01.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oGQUDfGIr8/VM0Hs2dtEtI/AAAAAAAAETM/Y6NnvUxE9QI/s1600/10952079_10152718943294514_6210527582750920290_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oGQUDfGIr8/VM0Hs2dtEtI/AAAAAAAAETM/Y6NnvUxE9QI/s1600/10952079_10152718943294514_6210527582750920290_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">9:36 am Sunday morning... instagram in bed...I don't wanna get up yet someone bring me breakfast...and a diet coke? :) 25.01.2015 <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mylife2015">#myLife2015</a></span></span></div>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-47745306778996071682015-01-23T21:25:00.000-04:002015-01-23T21:25:39.666-04:00WORD 2015::RISK<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix0uVauyKqM/VMLgqtgyQsI/AAAAAAAAESU/U2Vi-jWRmPs/s1600/IMG_20150123_195347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix0uVauyKqM/VMLgqtgyQsI/AAAAAAAAESU/U2Vi-jWRmPs/s1600/IMG_20150123_195347.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;so.<br />i have chosen my word for 2015.<br />i think i actually chose it a while ago<br />but was afraid to commit to it<br />because it sounded<br />negative.<br />Risk.<br />that's my word.<br />to me, it's a big word.<br />a huge word.<br />a four letter word<br />full of hazard and danger and possible injury...maybe loss.<br />but i kept coming back to it.<br /><br />because i feel i need a change.<br /><br />because i <i>know</i> i need a change.<br /><br />a big change.<br />i need to shake things up...and in order to really, truly, <b>honestly</b> do that...<br />there is going to be risk involved.<br /><br />i want to try some new things...<br />things i have always said i wanted to try (like writing)<br />and things that i never even knew that i wanted to try (like improv)<br />i want the freedom to do things with my family...camping, road trips, bbqs<br />without always always feeling guilty about the editing i am not doing,<br />the emails that may not get answered the minute they hit the inbox,<br />the prep &amp; the planning, the client meetings.<br />i have a full time job already that i love.<br />this<br />was supposed to just be on the side but i have let it go to far.<br /><br />but it feels like a huge risk to me to say no to a wedding.<br />and i realized as i was journalling about this that a part of me is<br />afraid to say no, afraid to slow down the momentum, afraid to get lost in the mix...<br />because this has become a huge part of the definition of who i am.<br /><br />strangers stop me and say oh! you're the photographer.<br /><br />i'm not going to lie.<br />i like that.<br />7 or 8 years ago i wrote "i want to be known for something"<br />and in my tiny little corner of the universe, that kind of feels like it happened.<br />but now i wonder,<br />is that all i can be known for?<br />what if the <i>way</i> i am doing it is not making me happy anymore.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YsIQqyp6pU/VMLgrEvP4AI/AAAAAAAAESc/-Df9lSVlct8/s1600/2015-01-23%2B15.07.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YsIQqyp6pU/VMLgrEvP4AI/AAAAAAAAESc/-Df9lSVlct8/s1600/2015-01-23%2B15.07.21.jpg" height="640" width="360" /></a></div><br />so.<br />i am going to risk saying no to too many weddings.<br />and i am going to hope that this gains me time &amp; energy to spend<br />risking in other areas, other areas outside of my comfort zone.<br /><br />and really,<br />it's a win/win.&nbsp; Slowing down on bookings means that I can become<br />even more committed to the bookings that i <b>do</b> take on...<br />i can go a level deeper than i have been able to in the past...<br />and that is exciting as well.<br /><br />and in no way do i regret having done 20 weddings each<br />the past two summers...there was not one wedding in there<br />that i wish i hadn't done (well...maybe the two that didn't pay me...ever.)<br />but otherwise....i wouldn't change a thing! <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVpOAZOzLEg/VMLgqyLMQCI/AAAAAAAAESY/f8MZvrjuBR0/s1600/2015-01-22%2B16.50.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVpOAZOzLEg/VMLgqyLMQCI/AAAAAAAAESY/f8MZvrjuBR0/s1600/2015-01-22%2B16.50.33.jpg" height="640" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-60662308199578114922015-01-17T11:50:00.000-04:002015-01-17T11:50:26.015-04:00January 17th and still no word....i have been operating<br />without a word for the year<br />for 17 days.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8rZ5a9xfY/VLqD-T7U3fI/AAAAAAAAERE/PNq1SoWaQQ4/s1600/10354091_10152690255274514_9081757510984346403_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8rZ5a9xfY/VLqD-T7U3fI/AAAAAAAAERE/PNq1SoWaQQ4/s1600/10354091_10152690255274514_9081757510984346403_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br />i feel a little unmoored.<br />and liberated...a little...<br />but more like i am forgetting something,<br />i am missing something.<br /><br />i am missing my word.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCL_nXOnN9Y/VLqD-Weh82I/AAAAAAAAERA/SbSbMWco9-Q/s1600/10470771_10152695431004514_8599379279390349817_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCL_nXOnN9Y/VLqD-Weh82I/AAAAAAAAERA/SbSbMWco9-Q/s1600/10470771_10152695431004514_8599379279390349817_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br />between trying to finish last season's weddings<br />and get the discs/prints out<br />and answer emails and meet with old and new clients<br />plus my regular job<br />and normal family stuff,<br />i feel like all my time is gone before<br />i even know it.<br /><br />but i am still doing a photo a day so far...<br />here's a round up from this week, which i might start<br />doing on saturdays, just to get me back to the blog.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvsiF_YVzyg/VLqD-S81d0I/AAAAAAAAERI/IkCeA8G8Vlw/s1600/10349131_10152685963509514_9014143644398042182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvsiF_YVzyg/VLqD-S81d0I/AAAAAAAAERI/IkCeA8G8Vlw/s1600/10349131_10152685963509514_9014143644398042182_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vue4rM74jg/VLqD-ziKlDI/AAAAAAAAERM/S9T_Y1qN9PM/s1600/10665279_10152693540404514_5832298981903450639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vue4rM74jg/VLqD-ziKlDI/AAAAAAAAERM/S9T_Y1qN9PM/s1600/10665279_10152693540404514_5832298981903450639_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woEGqLwIURU/VLqD-4ig4TI/AAAAAAAAERY/0jbzM_4gnb0/s1600/10686882_10152661891649514_4736624973543868086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woEGqLwIURU/VLqD-4ig4TI/AAAAAAAAERY/0jbzM_4gnb0/s1600/10686882_10152661891649514_4736624973543868086_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yDNXnxVIP4/VLqD_GVf1rI/AAAAAAAAERQ/60NpMn5zJXc/s1600/10931412_10152682570534514_3466775628119031999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yDNXnxVIP4/VLqD_GVf1rI/AAAAAAAAERQ/60NpMn5zJXc/s1600/10931412_10152682570534514_3466775628119031999_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYQMnCp1Xfo/VLqD_ly5hUI/AAAAAAAAERg/V6Ps7R2uxkA/s1600/10933825_10152700085299514_4448464394443525671_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYQMnCp1Xfo/VLqD_ly5hUI/AAAAAAAAERg/V6Ps7R2uxkA/s1600/10933825_10152700085299514_4448464394443525671_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6hohbseaQ/VLqD_lMtOsI/AAAAAAAAERc/-L4iIpJR5ZQ/s1600/10940478_10152700744059514_989387389584778942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6hohbseaQ/VLqD_lMtOsI/AAAAAAAAERc/-L4iIpJR5ZQ/s1600/10940478_10152700744059514_989387389584778942_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;If you want to follow (or play) along, you can find me on instagram under gkgirl70....photo of the day is being hashtagged #myLife2015gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-16365587228548182482015-01-11T01:28:00.000-04:002015-01-11T01:28:10.285-04:00things i am loving RIGHT NOW....<b>my new fitbit flex::</b><br />I desperately want to get back on track with some weight loss<br />and i absolutely love this little gadget!&nbsp; Tracks my steps and my sleep<br />and syncs with other apps (my fitness pal is my favorite calorie counter).<br /><br /><b>spending time with my family::</b><br />my little brother is turning 40 and there was a surprise party for him tonight...<br />nights like this make me realize that we don't make time for this enough...<br />and that i would like to start taking more video.&nbsp; :)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxcLz_gpk6nb0AcI8zwoOltzjjV5Wq4QrEeIiIhtGGP2qk6c-kHlhRYbwQWTG2Fca-TpwfJnlL6a3Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><span id="goog_708081595"></span><span id="goog_708081596"></span><br /><b><span id="goog_708081595">Google Play Music::</span></b><br /><span id="goog_708081595">are you telling me that for 9.99 a month I can listen to any music I want...</span><br /><span id="goog_708081595">on my phone or my computer...so easy.&nbsp; I am becoming a big fan.</span><br /><span id="goog_708081595">they had leslie spitt treeo...i'm sold.</span><br /><br /><span id="goog_708081595">&nbsp;</span><b><span id="goog_708081595"> </span></b><br /><span id="goog_708081595">&nbsp;</span>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-52915870335940474132015-01-03T12:47:00.000-04:002015-01-03T12:47:05.975-04:00would i be crazy...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIzq3ZwslvY/VKgcu7mkbII/AAAAAAAAEQw/3a-GPJuvWcM/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIzq3ZwslvY/VKgcu7mkbII/AAAAAAAAEQw/3a-GPJuvWcM/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>to think that maybe this year<br />i could get back to blogging again,<br />get back to putting words in front of me,<br />to finding inspiration<br />in what others have to say?<br /><br />to try (again) to take a photo a day for<br />a full year?<br />(i do have a better phone now, which means, a better camera<br />on hand ALL the time)...<br /><br />to really take an honest-to-gawd hard look<br />at my life<br />and make some real changes?<br />you know that adage<br />if you keep doing what you have always done then....<br />yeah.<br />right now,<br />i feel like that's me.<br /><br />to resolve to get back to yoga,<br />back to eating healthy,<br />back to drinking more water,<br />to letting go of that sweet sparkling crisp vice of mine (diet coke)?<br /><br />i am really, really, really going to try to make some<br />actual changes this year.<br />i know it is already jan 3rd and i am still mulling over<br />what these changes will be<br />but i think i need to do that.<br />i think this year really does need to be different.<br />financially.<br />photographically (is that a word.&nbsp; i doubt it).<br />i need to change things up.<br />i need to let some things go.<br />i need to make some hard choices.<br />i need to let myself be happier.<br />i need to make some changes.<br /> gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-1361751554450967162015-01-01T23:14:00.001-04:002015-01-01T23:14:44.256-04:00it's a brand new year...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoO2KKwYdwk/VKYM75VQk-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/5RMrZuKTwVw/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoO2KKwYdwk/VKYM75VQk-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/5RMrZuKTwVw/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>hello 2015<br /><br />i have been waiting for you<br />with bated breath<br />and avid anticipation.<br /><br />2014 kind of hurt my feelings a little<br />on the way out...<br />made me question my parenting skills,<br />made me question how other people view me<br />as a parent,<br />as a person,<br />as a friend.<br /><br />Made me wonder why i care so much.<br />Made me wish i could just let it roll off me like<br />drops of water,<br />inconsequential.<br />Why i couldn't listen to the advice<br />i would have given my own kids in this situation...<br />you can't please everyone,<br />listen to your heart,<br />trust your intution,<br />let it go,<br />move on.<br /><br />but instead<br />i have been letting off-hand remarks<br />fester like open wounds,<br />re-running imaginary conversations in my head.<br />here's what i would say<br />if i ever said anything<br />but we all know that i won't<br />cause that's not what i do.<br /><br />instead,<br />i have imaginary conversations in my head<br />of what i would <i>like </i>to say<br />but on the outside<br />i remain civil and barely smiling<br />{but enough to say that i smiled...}<br /><br />so, hello 2015.<br />i am happy to see you.<br />i am going to let these bad feelings fade out with<br />2014<br />and i am going to sit down tomorrow with paper &amp; a pen<br />and this year, i am going to pay attention to me again.<br />i am going to check in with myself...<br />cause i think i may have forgotten to do that in the last little bit of 2014.<br /><br /><br />now.<br />to pick my word for 2015.<br />a ritual that always makes me happy.<br />stay tuned!<br />:) gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-53225432398722063622014-11-08T12:32:00.002-04:002014-11-08T12:32:38.370-04:00i am not a juggler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6EmKMb2200/VF5FcO6oMQI/AAAAAAAAEQI/H0FfUMAyvHM/s1600/2014-10-13%2B17.27.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6EmKMb2200/VF5FcO6oMQI/AAAAAAAAEQI/H0FfUMAyvHM/s1600/2014-10-13%2B17.27.08.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div>yesterday i felt like hell.<br /><br />15 had a toothache...turned into a root canal...<br />worried about how school is going for him,<br />behind on the photo editing<br />constant emails from people wondering about<br />scheduling a session or when will photos be done...<br />tired all the time...busy at work with my "real" job,<br />full to the brim with guilt and never-ending-nagging feelings<br />that i am falling behind<br />and i cannot catch up.<br /><br />and then<br />i went to parent teacher interviews for 15<br />and they could not say any more nice things about him<br />if they tried...<br />he is funny, he is kind, he is doing ok socially,<br />polite, well spoken, no bad attitude, no trouble at all in class...<br />lack a little focus "but no more than all teenage boys do".<br />when i mentioned how the guidance counselor in his junior high<br />suggested VERY STRONGLY that he may ADHD (&amp; yet, kept calling him by the wrong name)<br />the teacher that has him for 3 hours straight every morning,<br />5 days a week, said he just didn't see that in him...at all...not even a little.<br /><br />i felt like a weight of 6000 lbs was lifted from my heart.<br /><br />i felt like people were actually really <i>seeing</i> him this year.<br />they were getting to know him.&nbsp; they know he is unorganized....<br />they are working with him on that without tearing him down on a daily basis for it.<br />they encourage him and they see the good parts of him.<br />the parts of him that i see every day.<br /><br />and it changed my whole outlook to hear that....<br />i came home and shared every little bit of it with him<br />including how when he was absent for the root canal<br />his teacher told me the other kids in the class kept saying<br />"it's not the same...15 is not here...."<br /><br />:) :) :)<br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-91147086120302964172014-11-01T17:35:00.002-03:002014-11-01T17:36:40.821-03:00things i have learned...in bullet form<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5HLOhNKxS8/VFVDSwr6xqI/AAAAAAAAEPw/q4TjG_NeP2M/s1600/2014-11-01%2B10.12.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5HLOhNKxS8/VFVDSwr6xqI/AAAAAAAAEPw/q4TjG_NeP2M/s1600/2014-11-01%2B10.12.06.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><ul><li>i am not a spa person.&nbsp; i love the idea of a massage...but i don't like to be touched...and i don't like having to take my clothes off.&nbsp; i booked a "hot stone massage" envisioning that a) only my back would have to be bare and b) they would lay a large flat heated stone on my back.&nbsp; i was so wrong.&nbsp; i was a little stressed out before i got to the spa but when i was taken to a small room and asked to "remove all my clothes" and put on the white robe....i almost left.&nbsp; i seriously did not know what to do...i knew that this was totally out of my comfort zone and was NOT going to be the relaxing scenario i had pictured in my head.&nbsp; and...just so you know...i left my underwear on. total removal of all clothing was NOT going to happen.&nbsp; then i had to go sit in the lounge again...naked! well...under a robe...but still...some poor woman came in and sat down.&nbsp; i randomly blurted out (without making eye contact with her) (or saying hello) "GETTING A MASSAGE HAS TURNED OUT TO BE THE MOST STRESSFUL THING I HAVE ENDURED!".&nbsp; she also did not make eye contact.&nbsp; {now...i should tell you here that once i resigned myself to the fact that i was there and on the table and this was happening and i may as well let myself enjoy it...i did....especially when i realized that key parts of my anatomy remained covered by the blanket for the duration...that helped as well}&nbsp; but still...not a spa girl.&nbsp; too stressful.</li><li>i had also booked a manicure (it was a package).&nbsp; God help that poor girl that got assigned for both my massage &amp; manicure.&nbsp; first i was a bundle of stressed out frayed nerves during the massage...and then the manicure ruined me.&nbsp; i am not a person that is good with making choices under pressure (and by pressure, i mean being asked by someone i don't know...)&nbsp; this is why i avoid places like Subway...so many questions!&nbsp; what kind of sub do you want, what kind of bread do you want, do you want cheese, do you want it heated, what veggies, what condiments, are you getting the cookie...jesus christ...i am a stressed out ball of sweat by the time i get to the end of that line and not even hungry anymore.&nbsp; the manicure turned out to be a similar situation...starting with choosing the color...so many choices!&nbsp; all pretty!&nbsp; and someone standing next to me waiting for me to make a decision which totally derails me.&nbsp; Plus I overthink things.&nbsp; So I am standing there trying to make a quick decision so this girl can move on with her life and stop having to deal with me and i start thinking well...what if I don't like getting a manicure and don't want to do it again (which is likely) maybe i should get a color that requires little to no maintenance...but i like the pink!...but what do i normally wear for clothes...and is pink too young...is red too old...what is going to show less chips...ohmygod make a decision...and the poor young girl is trying to help me...by asking me more questions which is only stressing me out more...finally i pick some beige skin colored polish and i realize as soon as we start the manicure that i hate it (no offense to the girl doing it or to anyone that likes them...they are just not for me)&nbsp; i hate sitting that long, i hate someone touching my hands that long, i hate the waiting, i hate the drying, i hate that i have to be careful after....i think i kind of suck at being a girl...:) </li><li>today i took a long drive looking at the fall colors, drinking a maple mocha and eating gingersnaps, listening to radiohead, singing at the top of my lungs, stopping to take photos with my cell phone whenever i felt like it.&nbsp; and i came home more relaxed than ever.&nbsp; :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfb6oeYLJ6A/VFVDSxtWh7I/AAAAAAAAEPs/GRGIt0V6AZg/s1600/2014-11-01%2B09.54.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfb6oeYLJ6A/VFVDSxtWh7I/AAAAAAAAEPs/GRGIt0V6AZg/s1600/2014-11-01%2B09.54.24.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><br /></li></ul>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-51764266881498387592014-10-09T13:31:00.001-03:002014-10-09T13:38:47.307-03:00Back in the saddle<p dir="ltr">posting from my phone<br>on a half hour lunch...<br>is a sad show of desperation, <br>a blatant proof that I am lacking time<br>for me<br>anymore.</p><p dir="ltr">and I miss it.<br>I miss it.</p><p dir="ltr">snapping instagrams of my feet<br>as I scurry through the work parking lot</p><p dir="ltr">something has to give....<br>I have to let go of something<br>to make more room for me....<br><br></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WNwvvlaWbBE/VDa6FGK1cLI/AAAAAAAAEPI/bPEZGp3qTk4/s1600/IMG_20141009_074136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WNwvvlaWbBE/VDa6FGK1cLI/AAAAAAAAEPI/bPEZGp3qTk4/s640/IMG_20141009_074136.jpg"> </a> </div>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-20306897328688852362014-06-13T17:14:00.000-03:002014-06-13T17:15:11.795-03:00friday the 13thfriday june 13th, to be exact.<br /><br />june 13 will always hold a special place in my heart<br />but when june 13 falls on a friday,<br />my heart makes this squelchy, squeaky kind of sigh...<br />a happy/sad sigh.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-4epTu2QYk/U5taCqms5jI/AAAAAAAAEOM/iLlTwe0zHuU/s1600/10343691_10152232985054514_1832989876086885383_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-4epTu2QYk/U5taCqms5jI/AAAAAAAAEOM/iLlTwe0zHuU/s1600/10343691_10152232985054514_1832989876086885383_n.jpg" height="564" width="640" /></a></div><br />june 13 makes me think of<br />birthday parties and sleepovers and bikes with banana seats...<br />popcorn and tents in the backyard<br />and melty butter<br />and plenty of salt...<br />washed down with purple or green kool aid<br />poured from the beige Tupperware pitcher,<br />you know the one,<br />with the push button cover....<br />the same one we once tried to mix kool aid and vodka in<br />until we realized at the<br />very<br />last<br />second<br />that it was turpentine<br />in a tiny vodka bottle...<br />we had to throw away the jug in order to hide the evidence.<br /><br />june 13 on a friday<br />makes me think of how the birthday girl<br />loved horror movies<br />(i myself hated them and was totally a chicken about them,<br />even though I was the older one...instead i would constantly<br />crack jokes to keep myself from crying...look i am going to<br />beat you with the stump of my bloody arm!)...<br />and what better way to celebrate your birthday than to<br />have a Friday the 13th movie marathon<br />on the new VCR,<br />the one that came with a <i>wired</i> remote control...<br /><br />i think about summer days spent at union corner beach<br />climbing on the rocks<br />until we literally couldn't go any further,<br />the bottoms of our bare feet tough from never wearing shoes...<br />of swinging as high as we could on the metal swing set,<br />that was the best swing set ever.<br />my dad would always come by and say we were going too high.<br /><br />purple rain and bon jovi videos,<br />livin' on a prayer...<br />i don't know why she swallowed a fly, i guess she'll... <br />the cult and she sells sanctuary...<br />secrets and cherry pepsi and sharing a set of headphones<br />in the backseat of a chevette<br />after we bought the new madonna tape in moncton...<br />papa don't preach....<br /><br />how you always laughed so easy,<br />i thought i must have been the funniest girl in the world...<br />the time i made you laugh at mcdonalds,<br />remember...the night of the canada day fireworks<br />and we were talking to Richard Brooks...<br />and i made you laugh<br />and you choked on your pop<br />and threw up.<br /><br />then you went in the bathroom and wouldn't come out<br />until i told you that the old lady at the next table was<br />yelling at Richard for making you throw up<br />which made you laugh<br />and so you came out and i put you in a hug/headlock<br />and we snuck out the side door<br />giggling at the perplexed look on Richard's face.<br /><br />barbies in masking tape bathing suits,<br />pretending we were dentists and making my little brother<br />wear wet-toilet-paper braces...<br />little people mansions built in the nightstands by your bed...<br />the easter that it stormed and the power went out<br />and your family was storm-stayed at my house <br />and we each wore one of my rainbow striped roller skates<br />and skated back and forth from the bathroom <br />to my bedroom.<br /><br />the first time i went on a date,<br />i made you come with me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzi74Wc6htA/U5tZyEb29DI/AAAAAAAAEOE/twFpej_mA_M/s1600/fiero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzi74Wc6htA/U5tZyEb29DI/AAAAAAAAEOE/twFpej_mA_M/s1600/fiero.jpg" height="166" width="640" /></a></div><br />there are so many things that make me think of you.<br />in a happy/sad way.<br />we were going to buy fieros (red for you, purple for me)<br />and move to new york<br />and live across the street from each other...<br />you in your red house, me in my purple house.<br /><br />i try not to think about the times that we argued,<br />the times that i was mean to you...<br />i try not to think about the night i knew i would never see you again.<br /><br />happy birthday, rockin' robbie piper,<br />come and see me sometime...<br />i'll be watching for you.<br />xo <br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-88510218244128476012014-05-19T09:42:00.001-03:002014-05-19T09:43:31.323-03:00on the other side...it's monday morning<br />and not only do i have the day off<br />but i am the <b>only</b> person at home.<br /><br />i cannot remember the last time<br />i have been the only person home.<br /><br />early morning yoga<br />a gray cloudy day<br />the heater pointed straight at my back<br />the pug snoring in his basket<br />while cowboy junkies play in the background...<br />lemon flavored ice water and<br />a new journal.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TxJsifmay8/U3n7H3FINwI/AAAAAAAAEMU/AbAggRQu558/s1600/2014-05-19+09.27.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TxJsifmay8/U3n7H3FINwI/AAAAAAAAEMU/AbAggRQu558/s1600/2014-05-19+09.27.08.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br />it's been a good morning.<br />and it's only 9:30.<br /><br />i feel like we are finally<br />on the other side<br />of what has been a very long and hard winter.<br /><br />i have been doing the "<a href="http://www.creativedreamincubator.com/" target="_blank">give your dreams wings</a>" e course<br />and this morning i thought about<br />what are my dreams?<br />what do i want to accomplish?<br />and i narrowed it down to 7.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iW-u9vRdvAM/U3n7H7OjwzI/AAAAAAAAEMY/IBg_GHIOXDw/s1600/2014-05-19+09.26.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iW-u9vRdvAM/U3n7H7OjwzI/AAAAAAAAEMY/IBg_GHIOXDw/s1600/2014-05-19+09.26.55.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br />and then i thought about each of them in terms of<br />which ones are do-able right now to some extent,<br />which ones cause me to feel the most excited,<br />what kind of steps would i be able to break them down to.<br /><br />and it really made me think...especially since my first one<br />was that i would like to have something published somewhere...<br />and when i really pictured what this looked like for me,<br />it had nothing to do with money at all.<br />i just want to write something that i am proud of,<br />that one person might say to me<br />"i really liked that."<br /><br />and i realized that it is no longer the top item on my list.<br />which was surprising to me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9y-Yb90RX4g/U3n7IH0BZRI/AAAAAAAAEMc/Rfrp61wTvi4/s1600/2014-05-19+09.27.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9y-Yb90RX4g/U3n7IH0BZRI/AAAAAAAAEMc/Rfrp61wTvi4/s1600/2014-05-19+09.27.22.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div>what is on the top of my list right now is to<br />take the photography business to the next level.<br />which is not only do-able<br />but necessary.<br />and i think it will make some of the other things fall in line for me.<br /><br />and robots.<br />robots are still making me feel very excited.<br />:)<br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-86163137513052358652014-05-05T21:41:00.001-03:002014-05-19T09:44:09.767-03:00give your dreams wings....<div dir="ltr">May might have brought me snow<br />but it also brought me <br />longer daylight hours...<br />which i really, really needed<br />desperately, actually.</div><div dir="ltr">i have gotten more done<br />in the past two weeks<br />than it feels like i have all winter.</div><div dir="ltr">i am reading...and writing...<br />making plans and answering emails.<br />Getting the laundry done,<br />cleaning the house, walking the dog,<br />little bits of yoga<br />and laying on the deck in my pajamas<br />soaking up sunlight.</div><div dir="ltr">and i started an e-course!<br />it was free (which right now, it would have to be for me <br />to be able to take it) and it is being given by the <br />amazing andrea shroeder...<br />it is called "<a href="http://www.creativedreamincubator.com/" target="_blank">give your dreams wings</a>" <br />and you should totally<br />go check it out...<br />right now.</div><div dir="ltr">i used some of my christmas gift cards<br />and bought a new journal...<br />i wasn't sure about it at first...<br />(i was looking for graph paper and spiral bound)<br />but i am enamoured.<br />i have fallen in love.<br />i might have to go buy another one<br />so that i am not tempted to hoard this one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-g6yv6Mopzno/U2gyZpmg47I/AAAAAAAAEME/LXRj1pdwyRo/s1600/IMG_20140504_140456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-g6yv6Mopzno/U2gyZpmg47I/AAAAAAAAEME/LXRj1pdwyRo/s640/IMG_20140504_140456.jpg" /> </a> </div>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-46533265913347839622014-04-26T10:14:00.000-03:002014-04-26T10:14:10.138-03:00cyclones running through my headi have been up since 6 am<br />on a saturday morning<br />(you weren't here)<br />(my feet were cold)<br />(i can't get warm by myself)...<br /><br />the sun is shining<br />and i have done the dishes<br />and started the laundry <br />and opened the bills<br />that made me feel sick<br />and panicky<br />and ill.<br /><br />i rollercoaster between emotions...<br />we can do this,<br />it will get better,<br />we've done it before...<br />oh my god.<br />how did this happen.<br />how do we get out of this hole.<br />where is the light<br />at the end of the tunnel...<br />we've been in worse spots<br />(have we really?)<br /><br />and then i force myself to breathe slower.<br />this is not the end of the world.<br />what is the worst that could happen?<br />no one is sick.<br />we are all healthy and happy and<br />we laugh really hard at least once a day...<br /><br />so the water in the basement may have made the<br />furnace sound a lot louder than it should.<br />so the bills are mounting.<br />the snow is also melting, too<br />and the pug is sleeping in a basket at my feet.<br />the kids have both gotten jobs<br />S is ready to take on new things for the summer,<br />weddings will be starting soon.<br /><br />this will pass.<br />this will pass.<br />this will pass.<br /><br />someday i will look back and think remember when.<br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-9293525115557926322014-04-05T12:54:00.000-03:002014-04-05T12:54:31.386-03:00saturday and it's snowing again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JpGKVXmakI/U0Am2PGKAcI/AAAAAAAAEL0/_9UvARXFauE/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JpGKVXmakI/U0Am2PGKAcI/AAAAAAAAEL0/_9UvARXFauE/s1600/004.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div>in my corner of the world::<br /><br />a little bit of snow but calling for warm temperatures the rest of the week<br />so i'm ok with that.<br /><br />i posted this status on facebook last night<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}">remember when you were a kid and you would just lay on your bedroom floor and listen to your mixed tapes really loud and sing along even though you really couldn't sing very well (or..at all) but you lived in the country so no one could hear you but your family and they loved you anyway...and it would get dark outside and instead of turning a light on, you would just watch the equalizer on the ghettoblaster light up...that's what i feel like doing tonight.</span></i></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and i was completely surprised by the response it got...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and even more so...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that 90% of the likes were from girls.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">did boys not sing along with the radio?</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">my girl did a "like for TBH" on facebook...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">if you have teens or pre-teens, you will know that this means</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like the status and get a response that starts with "to be honest"...</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">to be honest, i was not expecting a tbh back from her.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;">to be honest, the tbh i did get back almost made me cry.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}">Tbh; you're a weird, quirky, muppet/sesame street/dr seuss/smurf loving woman. You've given me some pretty cool qualities; wicked sarcasm, being able to be a hard ass when I need to, strength, a cynical sense of humor, and mega creativity. You've also given me some not so rad ones; like that whole weird person magnet thing, and getting myself into totally weird and awkward situations, but that usually makes for a good story afterwards so I suppose that's okay.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></i></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}">&nbsp;</span></i></span></span></span>gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-6950642309612450222014-03-26T16:57:00.000-03:002014-03-26T16:57:35.280-03:00it's a blizzard out there...well...so far they have called this one right...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFlRGgj2_3E/UzMwDSOzTBI/AAAAAAAAELI/2c2m4GL3RlI/s1600/2014-03-26+14.50.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFlRGgj2_3E/UzMwDSOzTBI/AAAAAAAAELI/2c2m4GL3RlI/s1600/2014-03-26+14.50.10.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTj6yek5E1w/UzMwDOIjioI/AAAAAAAAEK8/O33LRZXyt94/s1600/2014-03-26+16.13.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTj6yek5E1w/UzMwDOIjioI/AAAAAAAAEK8/O33LRZXyt94/s1600/2014-03-26+16.13.07.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw9A17fMfAA/UzMwDVG1xcI/AAAAAAAAEK4/Ysb_xnYA_Zc/s1600/2014-03-26+16.13.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw9A17fMfAA/UzMwDVG1xcI/AAAAAAAAEK4/Ysb_xnYA_Zc/s1600/2014-03-26+16.13.56.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hN4yolf3nI/UzMwEHSka1I/AAAAAAAAELE/m-r6Di_tOUo/s1600/2014-03-26+16.15.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hN4yolf3nI/UzMwEHSka1I/AAAAAAAAELE/m-r6Di_tOUo/s1600/2014-03-26+16.15.11.jpg" height="640" width="480" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">40 to 50 cms to come...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hurricane force winds...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the tub is full of water in case the power goes out</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and i have got a full case of diet coke.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">one kid is playing playstation,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">one is singing her heart out</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">joan jett fashion...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">S is studying and now that i am done working from home for the day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i am thinking i might settle down</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with some&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">unabridged sylvia plath</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or a journal and pen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and light a candle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">even if we do still have power</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and listen to wind rage outside the windows</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996431.post-26203218006772795592014-03-23T15:15:00.000-03:002014-03-23T15:16:51.606-03:00Getting it done.where have i been?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxLGiXyB_L4/Uy8jAaLq6zI/AAAAAAAAEKY/d9HzCE06CcI/s1600/2014-03-11+14.51.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxLGiXyB_L4/Uy8jAaLq6zI/AAAAAAAAEKY/d9HzCE06CcI/s1600/2014-03-11+14.51.06.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />I have been getting it done.<br /><br />I have tasks that I have been putting off for far too long<br />and it has<br />really<br />really<br />really<br />been weighing me down.<br /><br />Over the past couple of weeks,<br />I have been working on those tasks,<br />breaking them down into smaller<br />bite sized chunks<br />and<br />forcing<br />myself<br />to get it done.<br /><br />Every day I am a little closer to the end.<br />Every day I feel just a little bit lighter.<br /><br />I am crossing things off my to do list...<br />I am trying to get headaches under control...<br />seeing my dr...scheduling physio...maybe a naturopath...acupunture...yoga...<br />something has got to give.<br />or i will.<br /><br />So that's where I have been...<br />that and laying low while the lull from wedding photography<br />and editing is here...as soon enough, it will be full speed ahead again<br />and I will be back to logging many hours in front of the computer...<br /><br />But for now, I'm content to catch up on some:<br /><ul><li><u><b>reading</b></u>...after reading <a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/home/search/?keywords=the%20goldfinch" target="_blank">the goldfinch</a> and being mildly unsatisfied with it, I picked up a lighter, quicker read next.&nbsp; I read <a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/teens/veronica-roth-books/?ref=shop%3ahome%3ahome-main%3acaption-banner-divergent%3a1%3acaption" target="_blank">Divergent</a> (which is pretty much a teen novel similar to Hunger Games) and could. not. put. it. down.&nbsp; I am on the second in the series now...but starting to lose interest.</li><li><u><b>watching.</b></u>...i have started watching the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1416765/" target="_blank">Parenthood</a> series and am kind of loving it.&nbsp; I am on season one right now and I know I have watched some of these before but I am enjoying them all over again.&nbsp; And even better is that I have kind of sucked my 18 year old daughter into watching them, too...it is nice to have something to watch with her that doesn't require me to either cover my eyes due to gore or to blush profusely due to crude sex jokes.&nbsp;&nbsp;</li><li><u><b>coveting.</b></u>.<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/278589926924044748/" target="_blank">.these boots</a>...do you see these boots?&nbsp; i need these boots.&nbsp; drool.</li><li>considering new hair....wishing i could afford a <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/gkgirl/finding-myself/" target="_blank">new look</a>....</li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlsHUadWDB0/Uy8kTnivczI/AAAAAAAAEKk/4qTEzHSb6WQ/s1600/2014-03-19+17.57.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlsHUadWDB0/Uy8kTnivczI/AAAAAAAAEKk/4qTEzHSb6WQ/s1600/2014-03-19+17.57.40.jpg" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />gkgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403357033466233622noreply@blogger.com1